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Something Sweet [ Site Index] [ Fiction Index] [ Feedback ] Above them the sky is a neon wash-out pierced by airship running lights. "It's cold out here," says the Man in her soft, hoarse voice. "Won't you come in?" The car is long and low and shiny. Jimmy gets in. He perches on the jump-seat opposite the Man. She wears a long sheepskin coat. He looks in her eyes and thinks of video cameras. Next to her sits some hired muscle, looking at him like Jimmy has a target pasted between his eyes. The Man can be crude in some ways. Very crude. "Two days, Jimmy," she says. He looks out the window. The sky is mirrored in the damp gutters. "How much longer?" Her manner is exquisitely polite --utterly threatening. He shrugs. "It didn't come with a spec sheet." The Man gives him a long look. "What needs working on?" she asks. The car swings round a corner into a blind alley. Rubbish skips piled high with cartons conceal the far wall. He explains, "I've got as far as the kernel's final password input. All we can do is wait. Breaking it is a semi-random process; two seconds or two weeks, who the hell knows? You can't just sit still and bash away at the front door --it's got
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